Way back when, a friend told that one day, the bloody brain will be a mere blip on the screen. It is now five and a half years since the surgeries, it still isn't a mere blip on the screen. Given that neurological deficits incurred by the surgeries and the remaining angiomas continue to affect my daily life, I doubt that the bloody brain will ever be reduced to a blip anywhere.
On the other hand, it is no longer central to my life.
Also, given that the bloody brain has affected my short term memory... I had an excruciating headache last week that lasted several days? Really? I had a bad brain day? When?
Life is good.

The receptionist sounded so cheerful. “If you like, we can schedule you for surgery right now.” I gulped. “Ummm… sure.” I was on the phone to Barrow Neurological Institute in Phoenix, Arizona. It hadn’t occurred to me that I’d be looking at dates for the surgeries; I’d onl...

Nothing you do is completely selfless (or almost nothing), but as long as you try to help and/or understand... With pity there is no effort involved, there is no attempt and no real interest to move beyond your personal bubble.

Pity is condescending, pity dehumanizes. When people pity you, they avoid making eye contact; they look right through you, without seeing you. Pity is about judging without listening, it's about being thankful that they are not in your shoes. Pity is egocentric. There is nothing egocentric about...

I looked at the calendar, and one of the more innocent limericks I learned from my mother came to mind: There was a young lady from Barking Creek Who had her monthlies twice a week How very provoking said the Bishop of Woking There’s no time for poking so to speak Well, I’m not exactly a young l...